The All-Seeing God

As Ha­gar in the des­ert

Thrust forth by blows and strife

Sat lone­ly by the well side

Aweary of her life

There came the an­gel mes­sage

Arise and home­ward fare;

For

though the wild seemed emp­ty

The migh­ty God was there.

When sec­ret sins be­set me

And tempt­ings snare my feet

Till hid from hu­man vi­sion

I think their fruits are sweet;

Thy pre­sence hov­ers o’er me

I can­not hide or flee—

O thought how dread and aw­ful

That Thou

God

seest me.

When turned from paths of ev­il

I dare not seek Thy face

But kneel in deep abase­ment

Before the throne of grace;

When on­ly tears are tell­ing

The pray­ers I bring to Thee

O thought how sweet and te­nder

That Thou

God

seest me.

When

lost in life’s great des­ert

Worn out by sin and strife

I sit be­side the fount­ain

Where springs the stream of life

Send Thou the an­gel mes­sage;

Let my one com­fort be

Still

still

where’er I wan­der

That Thou

God

seest me.